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Post by Eneval on Mar 17, 2008 21:26:24 GMT
Eneval noted this strangers hand move and his stance and stepped back.
"By no means. I have given my name freely Sir, might I ask yours?"
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Post by Zeric on Mar 17, 2008 22:09:45 GMT
Zeric stood by warily, remembering the Dagger's prior experience with an elf. It had made him suspicious of their kind... Although he had no reason to mistrust the stranger, by the same token, he had no reason to trust him and bitter experience taught a harsh lesson.
He waited patiently for the newcomer to continue in response to Cathmhaol, subtly drawing upon the weave and feeling the high that came along with sampling such raw magical energy as he prepared to turn the energy into a spell if needs be.
OOC: Welcome, mister elf! ;D
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Post by Eneval on Mar 17, 2008 22:12:15 GMT
OOC: Thank you. Great to be here  |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 18, 2008 9:54:56 GMT
OOC- before I forget. Can dace and rumbleskin tell me what they are up to. If they are tagging along or not? ;D
Cheers
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Mar 18, 2008 11:12:06 GMT
OC: Well, assuming nothing is found of interest at the inn, Rumbleskin woudl be heading back out about now I guess...
If he sees what's going on, he'd stomp over, rusty mail squeeling all the way 
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Post by Dace on Mar 18, 2008 11:37:07 GMT
OOC:
That was my take too; I'm assuming because we found nothing, we'd be leaving the inn.
Actually, PM on its way, Paul.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 19, 2008 7:19:45 GMT
"I am Cathmhaol, leader o' this band o' travellers," replied Cathmhaol, "Ye'll ha' t' forgive my suspicions, f' somethin' is afoot here, an' we've no way o' tellin' how yer involved".
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 19, 2008 17:57:42 GMT
OOC- Im posting this so that you all understand where you all are. Appearing at the back between the Town House and the Tower was the caravan guard Dace. 
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Post by Eneval on Mar 19, 2008 22:34:24 GMT
"Well met Cathmhaol" smiled Eneval Your suspicions are understood , as it is clear you too are here for a reason. Mine is not to obstruct you I assure but on an erand for my people.
I seek to locate a Wizard, a Wizard who has troubled my family
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Post by Zeric on Mar 19, 2008 22:46:01 GMT
Zeric paid little heed to Dace, instead keeping his attention fixed upon the elf. He spoke up, "So, friend. What brings you to these parts? And for that matter, where exactly are these parts? What is the current date?"
He continued to stave off questions of absurdity, "I know, I sound like a raving fool. However, the aforementioned battle again' the drow did not go our way an' we were forced to flee through a handy portal, constructed for that very purpose. As it seems that we have travelled physically in space - to the tune of several hundred miles north of our starting point - it occurs to me that we may also have journeyed through the realm of time... So, please humour me and provide an answer."
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Post by Eneval on Mar 20, 2008 7:51:55 GMT
Eneval paused, considering what he'd been told. Such sorcery was not unheard of but neither were tall stories.
When are we? It is Ches the 11th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.) by your reckoning friends. And where?
We are Neverwinter Woods, between Neverwinter and Triboar
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Post by Dace on Mar 20, 2008 8:30:26 GMT
Dace stood around waiting, neither caring nor worrying about being observed or unobserved. He was more curious as to whether or not the Elf travelled alone.
Dropping to one knee, he began examing the tracks in the area, seeing if he could determine whether or not the Elf had any companions.
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Post by Zeric on Mar 20, 2008 13:57:18 GMT
Eneval paused, considering what he'd been told. Such sorcery was not unheard of but neither were tall stories. When are we? It is Ches the 11th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.) by your reckoning friends. And where?
We are Neverwinter Woods, between Neverwinter and Triboar
Zeric nodded, obviously relieved, " Good! So it's a bare three days since we entered the caverns, Cath... Thank you, Eneval. Perhaps I will make a tale of our adventures, although our presumably fallen companion, Bregl, would have done a more artful job..." |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 21, 2008 7:51:00 GMT
Cutting off Zeric's ramblings, Cathmhaol said, "So what d' ye know o' this wizard? We found a stallion an' some other horses in yonder stables. Reckon the men who came on the horses may be dead but the wizard's horse is still bein' looked after..."
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Post by Eneval on Mar 21, 2008 10:32:17 GMT
Eneval studied the exchange between these party members, trying to guage some idea of the nature and intention of these people.
"Sadly we know very little of this Wizard. It has taken us a very long time to find any trace of said Wizard; In all honesty my friends, we're not even sure who he is"
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